Zhang Xianye led the army into the city, and saw that the city wall was empty, with neither an ambush nor a mechanism, so he laughed angrily for a while.

Half an hour later, Lin Tong, the inspector of Changtai County, walked on the sickbed and recounted what happened today. Zhang Xianye sneered when he heard this, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of the name of Ye Liangchen with iron teeth and copper teeth coming from the west with a sword?"

Lin Tong thought about it, shook his head hard, and replied that he had never heard of it, and he didn't know why the general asked this.

Zhang Xianye snorted lightly and did not answer.

Lin Tong snorted and screamed for a while, and cried bitterly: "The general clearly sees that the little me has eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and I don't dare to collude with the moon worship thieves." It's all the tricks of that scholar, and even the Chen County Order was bought by them!"

Zhang Xianye laughed and said: "The small skill of carving insects is not to be feared. ”

Lin Tong nodded, and reminded tentatively: "The scholar just now made a big statement in the city, and the people in the city heard it. I'm afraid that rumors will spread and it will be bad for the general. ”

"What can he do if he is allowed to bewitch the people? This gang of thieves is not familiar with the terrain of Changtai County, and now they are rashly out of the city, and they will not be able to hide for long. When I kill them all, even Song Yinting can only swallow this evil breath. Zhang Xianye patted his sleeves, stood up and said: "Chen Zhixian took the forged case file, no matter where he fled, he had to weigh it, and it was worth putting his life on the line in order to frame you." ”

Hearing this, Lin Tong propped up his arm and half-got up and said, "If he is really determined to falsely accuse me, I will carry it down alone, and I will never affect the general." ”

Zhang Xianye laughed, paced to the door, paused at his feet, and said: "Who is Chen Que'an, don't you know it? He pushed the door open and walked out.

The wind was rushing outside the door. This night, the officers and soldiers were all over the city, and the result was naturally that not a single thief could be found.

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......

The mountain road is difficult, and it is even more difficult to climb the mountain at night, and practitioners are no exception.

Cheng Quan stepped on the slippery rock covered with moss with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his legs and stomach trembled, but he didn't dare to step on it, for fear that the stone would roll down at any time. There are figures and heavy wheezing voices in front of and on the left and right, not like a group of living people, but like the legendary nocturnal ghosts.

He was holding back the fire in his heart, thinking that he would be able to sleep beautifully when he arrived in Changtai County, the capital of Zhangzhou, and that he would be able to sleep beautifully, full of wine and meat, and no longer have to eat the hard-to-swallow Rausch dry food...... Who would have expected that when they arrived at the place, they had fought a few battles with the officers and soldiers for unknown reasons, and they had to flee overnight.

What the hell is this for?

I heard the brothers say that Bu Ye is just a scholar in the initial realm of Confucianism...... If he is caught by the officers and soldiers, will the Seventh Division have to break up? If Blind Zhang gives the order to go back to rob the camp, will I not go?

A stomach full of questions, and no one can answer. Just thinking about it, suddenly my feet slipped and I almost fell. The stones kicked open when exerting force fell into the darkness, and smashed on the rocks with a "crackling" sound, which lasted for a long time and was creepy.

Someone in front of him scolded his mother softly, Cheng Quan sighed, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to scold his mother.

After another journey, the wind gradually became stronger, and suddenly a drop of water fell on Cheng Quan's cheek, cold as snow.

"Oh my God, it's raining at this time, why are you in a hurry?" someone shouted.

The team gradually stopped, and Cheng Quan also reclined on the rocks, letting the soles of his feet that had already been blistered rest for a while.

"Blind, rest for a while! If you go any further, you will die!" the voice of Deng Xiaoxian, the commander of the white camp, caused a chorus of echoes.

The crowd shouted for a while. After a while, I heard the voice of the blind man: "Then rest for a while!" followed by the sound of celebration, and the gasps and sighs of the crowd relaxed.

"It's raining, the rocks are slippery, be careful of your step!" It turned out that the Red Battalion had fallen so far.

Drilling all the way through the mountains and mountains, I only felt tired, and when I was half-lying down at this time, I felt hungry and panicked, Cheng Quan took out half a cake from the placket of his chest, took a bite, and swallowed it with difficulty.

The rain gradually fell heavily, and the rain was stained with cakes, and there was a smell of earth.

"It's too humiliating to die here. The one who sighed in a low voice was the fat man surnamed Ma who had been sleeping next to Cheng Quan. This fat man is a Neidan Xuanxiu, his cultivation is slightly successful, he was a rich man in Yuezhou, a beautiful wife and concubine, a hundred acres of fertile land, and his life was extremely comfortable.

"Outside the horse," Cheng Quan swallowed a mouthful of cake crumbs in the rain, and said in a low voice: "I have always been unable to figure it out, you have such a good life, but come out to wade in this muddy water?"

Ma Fatzi claimed to have donated to officials in his early years, but he never got a real shortage, so everyone half-jokingly called him "Ma Yuanwai".

"Guilty of ......," the horse member laughed.

Cheng Quan shook his head, not thinking it was funny. As he said, if he really died in this hellish place, it would be too humiliating and unjust.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and only the sound of wind and rain in the darkness was left in the mountains and valleys. The rain trickled down the rocks, soaking Cheng Quan. The cold rain of the winter night made the cultivator feel a little cold, but he was so cold in his heart that he panicked.

"At this time, if you are in Yuezhou, bake a pot of charcoal, let the maid burn the feet and soak it, pinch, my two new concubines, one for the master and I beat my legs, the other sings to listen, squint and listen to it, I am tired, and I fall ......asleep when I fall down."

The voice of the horsemen chattering softly, in the terrible sound of wind and rain, has a special charm. Cheng Quan was fascinated by what he heard, fantasizing about living such a good life one day. The brothers in Baiying around me probably think the same way.

“...... Brother Cheng, is that a good day?"

Cheng Quan snorted, and even squirted out the scraps of dry food in his mouth. "If I were you, I wouldn't leave my hometown if I were killed!" he scolded fiercely, as if a beggar saw that the rich man had spoiled the grain, and the bachelor hated the old man for taking over the girl.

"Cultivation is so hard, is it for the days when you see the end at a glance......" Ma Yuanwai smiled bitterly: "I also know that the two words of fame and fame may be empty in the end, but as I get older, if I don't fight, I will be panicked." ”

Cheng Quan was silent, vaguely remembering his dream of being a general when he was a teenager. It turns out that he is not the only one who has this kind of thought, and it turns out that the horse riders who are giggling on weekdays are not willing to do so behind their backs.

Halfway up the mountain, where he couldn't see his fingers, the cold wind and cold rain soaked his clothes, and Cheng Quan hugged his body with both arms, as if he was asleep.

I don't know when, a faint human voice sounded in my ears, the voice flickered far and near, like a child humming a mountain song, and like a father who had long since passed away whispering in his ear.

Cheng Quan opened his eyes leisurely and saw a glimmer of ghostly light.

The ghostly light floated halfway up the mountainside, like a long winding river with a cold blue light under the morning sun, twisting and turning along the mountain, enveloping the long team of seven divisions.

Dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at this mesmerizing sight, but no one made a sound. Between heaven and earth, apart from the sound of wind and rain, there is only one voice, a familiar voice.

"Lying on the lonely mountain and not mourning, Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. ”

For a while, the wind and rain were blowing, the hooves were rumbling, and the glacial iron horse was like a dream.

"Bu Ye ......" Cheng Quan's heart was inexplicably surging, perhaps not because of the aura gathered all over the mountains, but because this poem and vision were hitting the dream that he buried deep in his heart.